The Ballad O’ Mary Muiren (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The pride o' the clachan, the rose o' the glen,The flower o' oor lasses was Mary Muiren;Sae modest, an' mensefu', ...
The pride o' the clachan, the rose o' the glen,The flower o' oor lasses was Mary Muiren;Sae modest, an' mensefu', ...
Recited at Burns' Centenary Festival, held at Mauchlin, January 25, 1859Oh Bard beloved! as pilgrims to thy shrine, With song and ...
An Indian Prince now Resident in England.Of late I listened to a wondrous tale From lips revered. 'Twas not of war ...
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
Blest Sabbath bells! blest Sabbath bells!My heart with solemn rapture swells;I come! I come! how blessed there,How joyful in the ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
Fair Caledonia! honoured name!The Muse shall boast thy worth and fame;The circling seas that dash and boilAround thy shores with ...
"Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine ...
May, sweet May! this branch of blossomFrom thy fragrant, beauteous bosom,I accept and clasp the treasureTo my breast with grateful ...
O God of the Seasons! we bringTo Thee our thankoff'rings of praise;We soar with the lark; as we sing,The skies ...
Not changeful April, with her suns and showers,Pregnant with buds, whose birth the genial hoursOf teeming May will give to ...
THE MAIDENI gazed on a beautiful girl, How bright were the tints on her cheek!How brilliant the light in her eyes!— Her ...
Now o'er the laughing meadows, Throned on her dewy car,Queenly May comes with her train, From southern climes afar,To seek her woodland ...
Lone Calder! sweet Calder! beloved of my youth,When Nature I worshipped with fervour and truth;Sweet memories float like a beautiful ...
Verses Written On The Occasion of The Marriage of Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, And Alexandra, Princess of DenmarkI would ...
Why darkly veiled, like mourning bride,Com'st thou, sweet June?—Why dost thou hideThy glowing charms and lustrous eyesBeneath a cloudy, cold ...
Ere ancient Thebes began on high to raiseHer crest of towers; ere rose the wondrous mazeOf column'd temples, palaces, and ...
Is it a spirit voice—an angel's song—That pours its liquid melody amongThe mossy stones that break the rippling sheen,Lone Calder! ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
O'er thy lone beauty, sweet Birkhill,Sad, brooding memory hovers still;Within, without, the sylvan cot,Ah! long unseen, but ne'er forgot.The fair-haired ...
Benevolence, attended by beauty, By elegance, fashion, and grace,Makes pleasure, the handmaid of duty, To plead for the poor in this place.She ...
Spirit Divine! Eternal! Holy Dove!These sacred fruits are thine,—peace, joy, and love,Even peace with heaven, and peace on earth; a ...
Oh for a blast of the loudest E'er blown from the trumpet of fame!Oh for a song of the proudest E'er sung ...
Wake every chord, strike every string, Diffuse harmonious raptures round;Ye foreign songsters warbling breathe The sweetest strains of vocal sound.Then, Scotia, pour ...
Be hopeful, sweet singer; man may not raiseTo lays that thou pourest high peans of praise:The nightingale's song will ever ...
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